March 16, 2005

Wanting to take the new sports car out for a spin, we picked out a restaurant about a half hour out of town, in Stoughton to be exact. It was a place that has singing waiters, except on Wednesday, and perhaps because of that, there were no other customers. The waiter hands me a menu and I ask my usual question what's good here? He answers immediately and forthrightly: sauerkraut balls.